I’m not sure Puppy Preston is ready for a sibling.
Boyfriend and I are pug-sitting for Friend Jason. At first glance, Ms. Barbara T. Pug is a cute, sassy little ball of fun.
But I have a sneaky feeling she isn’t quite as innocent as she would like us to believe.
Case in point: When we left for work today, we left them both out of their cages in the house together. And except for a slight scuffle over food this morning, they seemed to be becoming fast friends.
Until we got home from work. Because now, all of a sudden, Preston won’t go anywhere unless Boyfriend or I are there by his side.
What a bully.
But onto more important things. (Not that you aren’t important, Preston – you are. Swear.)
As previously mentioned, Mama’s been having some unexpected heart issues due to her persnickety carotid artery. We found out for sure today that she has to get a pacemaker put in this Wednesday.
One of her doctors said some kind of supposed-to-be-comforting analogy along the lines of, “A cardiologist putting in a pacemaker is like a mechanic changing your car’s oil.”
If we lived in the movie Robots, that might be reassuring. But, you know, since we’re people…not so much.
So much for good bedside manner.
Anyway, she goes under the knife (which I can’t think of without picturing the “Operation Zack” Saved by the Bell episode)
this Wednesday at 8am.
All hilarity and sarcasm aside, your thoughts and prayers would be most appreciated.